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بخش ۱۵ - فی فضیلة حسن رضی اللّه عنه / Section 15 - On the Virtue of Hasan, May Allah Be Pleased with Him

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نور چشم مصطفی و مرتضیشمع جمع انبیاء واولیا
The light of the eyes of Mustafa and Murtaza,
The candle of the gathering of prophets and saints,
جمع کرده حسن خلق و حسن ظنجملهٔ افعال چون نامش حسن
He had gathered good character and good thoughts,
All his actions were good (Hasan) like his name.
روی او در گیسوی چون پر زاغهمچو خورشیدی همه چشم و چراغ
His face amidst his hair like a crow's feather,
Like a sun, all eyes and light.
در مروت چون جهان پرپیچ دیدخواست تا جمله ببخشد هیچ دید
In generosity, since he saw the world full of twists,
He wanted to forgive everything, but saw nothing.
جد وی کز وی دو عالم بود پرساختی خود را برای او شتر
His grandfather, with whom the two worlds were full,
Made himself a camel for him;
در نمازش بر کتف بنشاندیقرة العین نمازش خواندی
In his prayer, he would seat him on his shoulder,
And called him the comfort of the eyes of his prayer.
این چنین عالی اب و جد کان اوستجملهٔ آفاق ابجد خوان اوست
Such exalted father and grandfather are his,
The whole horizon is his student learning the alphabet.
زهر را با جد خود شد این پسرقتل را شد آن دگر یک با پدر
This son shared poison with his grandfather,
That other one shared murder with his father.
آن لبی کو شیر زهرا خورد بازمصطفی دادش بدان لب قبله باز
That lip which drank the milk of Zahra,
Mustafa would kiss that lip repeatedly.
چون توان کردن گذر که زهر راخون توان کردن جگر این قهر را
How can one endure that poison,
How can one turn a liver to blood by this wrath.
نام خصمش گرچه پرسیدند بازتن زد و تن کشته در دل داد راز
Although they repeatedly asked the name of his enemy,
He remained silent and, though his body was killed, kept the secret in his heart.
نوش کرد آن زهر و غمازی نکردجان بداد و ترک جان بازی نکرد
He drank that poison and did not inform (on the killer),
He gave his life and did not cease his self-sacrifice.
زهر شد زیر وبر افکند از زبرآن جگر گوشه پیمبر را جگر
The poison went down and from above,
Overthrew the liver of that piece of the Prophet's liver.
لخت لختش از جگر خون اوفتادتاکه در خون جانش بیرون اوفتاد
Piece by piece, blood fell from his liver,
Until his soul departed in blood.
سرخدید از خون جان صد جای اوهر که شد درخون جانش وای او
A hundred places on him turned red from his life's blood,
Woe to anyone who had a hand in the blood of his life.

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